Weirdfiction Stories

Ever since the silence began, the world has been wrong. People lose whole days-forgotten, erased- as if their emotions are being swallowed by something unseen. Joy. Fear. Pain. All of it... fading. But Jiwoo hears what no one else can: Emotions making noise. A trembling echo when fear rises, a sharp crack when anger shatters, a low hum when grief tries to breathe. And when the seventh tone awakens inside her skull, the lights flicker- time stutters- and a voice whispers from the empty air: "Hear the seventh tone." Something is breaking. Something is calling. And Jiwoo is the only one who can hear it.

No one notices when it starts. That's the point. This isn't a story about monsters, ghosts, or violence. It's about attention - and what happens when it becomes unnecessary. Each chapter changes something small. Not in the world. In you. There is no twist. There is no explanation. And nothing here needs to be watched to continue. You don't have to keep reading. But most people do.

"Silent Nightmres" - is a collection of horror stories about familiar spaces where reality begins to malfunction. These are stories that don't let go immediately. And they don't always leave. Every story is a separate compartment. Some are better left unopened. These stories don't rely on jump scares. They linger. That is why they are so hard to shake, even after the final page.

In an endless, decaying labyrinth with no name and no exit, a girl wanders alone. She has forgotten who she was. She no longer remembers when she arrived. The world around her rots gently-walls peeling, ceilings sagging, rooms breathing in slow collapse-and she does not resist it. The decay feels familiar. Comforting. Like home. There are no monsters here. No voices. No salvation. Only peeling wallpaper, mold-soft floors, flickering lights, and a girl slowly dissolving into the place that has claimed her. Through fragmented diary-like chapters, her thoughts erode alongside the environment, until identity, memory, and self become indistinguishable from the ruins that surround her. Where Wallpaper Peels Like Skin is a quiet analog-horror descent into isolation, decay, and surrender-where the greatest horror is not what chases you, but what welcomes you.

Dark things swarm around the city. Newspaper-boys are lured into houses, strange mansions whisper into musicians' ears, old men tell tales of vampires, drums boom in the Savannah, children worship false gods and priests begin to question the very foundations of the universe. And all this has something to do with a girl who has no name and a cat whose name nobody knows. A dark, surreal adventure, this book is my flawed tribute to weird-fiction and the writers who made me. A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY 2nD PLACE WINNER FOR THE HAND PICKED AWARDS 2017 - PARANORMAL CATEGORY RUNNER UP FOR THE ANTI-WATTYS 2015 Cover designed by @sublime- Trailer by @Welc0meT0MyW0rld

Welcome to HollowBrook a picturesque college town with smiling neighbors, scripted lives, and a stage beneath every streetlamp. When Kirius Vulpino enrolls at Orius Victus College Institution, he expects lectures, textbooks, maybe a bit of drama. What he finds instead is a town where nothing is real and everyone is watching. The sky never quite sets. The actors never quite blink. And the roles everyone plays? They're not just performances. They're bindings. Kirius begins to unravel the horrifying truth: HollowBrook isn't a place it's a show, and the audience is something far beyond human. Everyone has a part to play. Fail your role, and the Script rewrites you. But what if Kirius was never meant to follow the script Or is it just him following his role? A town of illusion. A cast of broken souls. A cosmic performance that cannot end. ⸻ CONTENT WARNINGS: Themes of existential dread, manipulation, mental breakdowns, unreality, trauma, and horror.

Peyton's expectations of adopting a pet throw her a curveball, when a shiba inu forces her to do its bidding. A horror one-shot story for the What in the Wattpad Contest. Prompt: "My talking pet is plotting against me" Words: 1972 out of 2000

Charlie was living a typical, mundane life as assistant to the editor of a typical newspaper company. Her day consisted of being yelled at by her boss, Madame laFrancaise, for things that she didn't do and staying long past her working hours to fix other people's mistakes. Everyday, she takes the bullet train home, only to do it all over again the next day. She was living a typical, mundane life, until one day, it wasn't so typical anymore. Was she finally going crazy from Madame's crazy requests, or was this actually some bizarre reality she stumbled in upon?

In this story Josiah Leviticus Comstock a hybrid man learns of his true family history.Come now if you like a new view Weird Fiction.

A crowded tram. A cosmic love letter. A sharp bite into the fabric of society, like the sound of a ripe red apple. Welcome to my collection of weird and random short stories, where slice-of-life meets glitches in reality, infused with wit and dark humour about modern life and romance. Think hackjob Murakami meets the surreal, poetic twists of Pablo Neruda. Think misty Shinjuku streets, dystopian futures and the hum of midnight laundromats. These are brief tales of fleeting encounters and strange worlds. Stories that wander between the mundane and the fantastical, always searching for something real.

An anthology of chilling and hauntingly scary stories

Dr. Rosa Baum is certain she has found something no one else has. Alone in a secluded laboratory in South West England, she returns to a discarded experiment involving monkeys, typewriters, and probability. The results should be meaningless. They are not. One word keeps appearing where randomness should reign: Mass. As Rosa investigates, her equipment begins to malfunction. Messages appear without a source. Surveillance drones circle the site. The deeper she goes, the harder it becomes to tell where her research ends and her thoughts begin. Someone - or something - is paying attention. Stopping now would mean abandoning the discovery of her life. Continuing may cost her sanity.

Winner of the second prize in October’s Cult of Me flash fiction competition.

Leere, the story-taker, the prophesied messiah of the Hate, has returned after three-thousand years to reset all the varying potential realities, shaping them into the One Dream. Fiona, Leslie, Quint, and Pip have no use for prophesies. They have stolen from the Hate the sole instrument required for the prophesy to unfold in Leere's hands, a black tablet called the Eraser, to heal Fiona's husband Alfred of his mental illness with its mind-wiping powers. Using the Eraser goes terribly wrong, and the group must seek guidance from the Woman in White to heal the damage they've done, entangling themselves further in the plots of the Hate to bring the One Dream to fruition.

An excavation in the northern hemisphere, conducted in the mid 19th century, goes terribly wrong when a uniform of adventurers find a most disturbing identity frozen in ice, and which threatens the history of earth and humankind forever.

"In a world where reality frays at the edges, a masked boy slips into his imagination. Church organs play backwards, toys are carved from knives, and a new phobia - anthroclaoustrophobia, the fear of soulveil - takes root. With only two characters, this surreal horror explores queerness, identity, and the fragile line between memory and madness. Inspired by haunting music but wholly original, this story blurs the boundary between nightmare and dream, inviting readers into a faded, eerie world where nothing is certain and everything is unsettling."

A goblin, a fairy, and salamander brandy evoke memories of a magical night, long ago...

Book 4 of the series Tales of Strangeness and Charm An attempted murder and a hut in the sky lead the party northwards with giants on their heels. Getting lost among the toadstools of their own minds is all they need. At the edge of the abyss rampaging nibblins ride hill oaves defending the endless rock pillars that lead to Blackwood - The Forbidden Forest, as the children say. Follow this story: For epic battles of land and sky This is the kind of tale where not even a dead badger or a lack of underwear hinders the proceedings Because sometimes a shed is not just a shed What happens when you enter a shack on a rock made of timber from Blackwood? A renling is accused of bird crimes and a monkey flings what monkeys fling best Because we finally get to find where North is Sometimes a wind-blown map with a hole scorched in it flapping in a knohm's face actually works. But did nibblins really do that?